Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2006 19:28:17 +0000
From: Jacob Latson
Subject: Washington Academy 1
Disclaimer:
This story will describe the life of Robert David Mathews from his time as
a teenager, through prep school, and into military service. If stories
involving sex between consenting teenagers, including both straight sex and
gay sex, offends you, go back to the Archives and pick a different story
for your reading pleasure.
There has been minimal research for this story therefore, names, places,
dates are mostly fictitious and similarities to real life are coincidental.
Some companies and organizations mentioned actually exist, but references
to the activities, policies, programs and procedures are fictitious. I was
not a SEAL and have limited knowledge of the force. I am writing this
story from imagination and a little research, not from personal experience.
My editor, Bill, is a dedicated friend. His improvements in my writing
style are greatly appreciated.
Feedback is appreciated to Jacob_latson@hotmail.com
Washington Academy Chapter 1
A New Life Begins
His family and friends called Robert David Mathews Robbie. He was named
after his father, Robert, and his uncle David Mathews. Robbie was six
years old when his parents, Robert and Connie Mathews, were killed in a car
crash during a winter storm in Colorado. David and Marie Mathews grieved
for the loss of their family members and honored the wishes of Robbie's
parents by agreeing to raise the young boy. David was Robbie's Godfather,
making him even more determined to keep his promise to take care of Robbie,
even though he was still in the United States Navy.
Robbie spent his formative years on several Navy bases in the Philippines,
Japan, Cuba, and finally in Chicago. When he turned 15, his uncle retired
to the Navy Reserves with the rank of Captain in the U. S. Navy, and
accepted a job with Burns Security with offices across the United States
and headquarters in Detroit, Michigan. Robbie was accustomed to military
life and chose to attend the George Washington Academy in northern Michigan
instead of Grosse Pointe High School where the Mathews family resided.
Washington Academy was the premier prep school in the nation for young men
headed for military service, and attracted young males from around the
world. With a maximum enrollment of 1,000 cadets, the academy was very
selective. Boys were chosen based on a combination of leadership,
academics, and athletics.
David was helping Robbie pack for the trip to Traverse City, Michigan, and
reflected back on the past nine years of life with his nephew. He looked
at the handsome teenager and wondered if he had made a mistake by staying
in the Navy while raising Robbie. Every time he looked at the handsome
face he could see his younger brother Robert who had died in the car crash.
He knew that Robert would be proud to see the toned body of his son who was
5 feet 8 inches tall and weighed 155 pounds. Robbie had the blue eyes of
his father and the blonde hair of his mother, and was a gifted athlete in
football, basketball and baseball. David was pleased when Robbie announced
his desire to attend the same military academy where he began his career.
Robbie was an excellent student and athlete and letters of recommendation
from several military officers had assured his acceptance to the academy.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" David asked his young nephew.
"I've always wanted to follow in your footsteps," Robbie admitted. "I
don't know how to thank you and Aunt Marie for all you've done for me! I
know I gave both of you some gray hair when I got in trouble and I'll do my
best to stay out of trouble at the academy. I want to make you proud of
me!"
David hugged his nephew and told Robbie how proud he was already. "Look at
all of these awards and trophies," David said. "It was fantastic watching
you compete and win them all. I know it was hard on you when we had to
move from base to base. You lost your friends and had to make new ones.
Marie and I will always be proud of you!"
Robbie returned the hug and tried to hold back his tears. He was starting
at the academy as a freshman, and he knew he would be subjected to a great
deal of hazing from the upperclassmen. He was determined to prove to his
uncle that he was ready for a major step in his emotional and physical
development.
"I wish they didn't have the rule of 'no contact' for the first six weeks
at the academy," David admitted. "Your aunt is already crying about you
leaving and I'm choked up myself."
"Hey old man, a Navy SEAL isn't supposed to show emotions!" Robbie teased.
He knew that his uncle had attended the Washington Academy before enlisting
in the Navy where he became a member of the SEAL (Sea, Air, Land) Force.
The SEALs were considered the elite of all Special Forces in the world, and
most of their missions were top secret. Robbie had never heard his uncle
describe any of the missions he participated in during his active duty but
had seen several scars on his body when they were at the gym together. He
was proud that his uncle had been recognized for his SEAL service with an
appointment to the Naval Academy at Annapolis, Maryland. Uncle Dave had
graduated from the Naval Academy and became a trainer for other SEALs,
specializing in hand-to-hand combat.
"I'm retired from the active Navy now," David replied. "I wish your
parents could be here to see what a handsome young man you've become. I
know they're up in heaven watching over you and protecting you from harm."
"They didn't stop me from being caught with Kristin," Robbie teased.
David punched his nephew on the arm, remembering the phone call from
Kristin Kelly's parents. Kristin was 17 and had invited Robbie to visit
her when she was babysitting. The couple had returned early and found
Kristin on her back with Robbie pounding his young cock in her pussy.
Kristin's parents had called David and Marie, and they had to go to their
neighbors to retrieve their guilty nephew.
"You should still be grounded over that one!" David teased. "Your halo
sure got tarnished!"
"Kristin wasn't the first or last!" Robbie teased. He let his mind wander
back to the time when he was 12 and just starting puberty. He was spending
the night with his friend Donnie in Chicago when Donnie's sister came home
with a girlfriend. The two girls were 15 and sexually active. Finding two
cute boys alone at their home was an overwhelming temptation. They played
Strip Poker and before the parents came home, both boys had lost their
virginity. Robbie remembered how great it felt when Carrie sucked his dick
and swallowed his boy cum. His first blowjob was quickly followed by
unprotected sex with the cute teenaged girl. Carrie's girlfriend, Shannon,
had given Donnie the same crash course in sex, with both boys watching each
other losing their virginity. That was the first time Robbie realized he
was sexually interested in other boys along with girls. He had watched
Donnie fucking Shannon and was shocked when his mind pictured him taking
Shannon's place on the end of Donnie's cock.
"I don't want you to leave!" Marie Mathews said while hugging Robbie.
"You're too young to leave home!"
"He's becoming a man," David said to his wife. "All the new cadets are his
age or younger, so don't baby him!"
"He'll always be our baby!" Marie sobbed. "I just can't believe that he's
grown up so fast! He just got out of middle school and he deserves to have
fun this summer. He can start the academy in September!"
"Come on Marie," David said. "You know that Orientation starts tomorrow
for all of the new cadets. Robbie doesn't need you upsetting him right
now. Let's get the car packed and get him to the academy so he can get
settled."
Marie knew that the Washington Academy was operated like a military base.
She had worked as a Registered Nurse on Navy bases for the entire time she
was married to David, and had become accustomed to the life of a Navy wife.
She and David had tried to have children of their own, but she was
infertile. They had considered adoption but their plans changed
dramatically when Robert and Connie died on that fateful November day.
Robbie was only six when his parents died, but he was old enough to
understand the magnitude of his loss. It had taken almost a year for
Robbie to understand and deal with the death of his parents. He had
stopped talking to anyone and refused to do any schoolwork. He was held
back in school and had to repeat the first grade because of his refusal to
do any assignments or participate in any way. She looked at the handsome
face of her nephew and choked back her emotions. Robbie had finally
responded to a Navy counselor and began doing his schoolwork. He was now
at the top of his class in grades and athletic accomplishments.
"You didn't call me your baby when I got caught with Kristin," Robbie
teased. "I think you called me a fucking pig!"
Marie was embarrassed. She normally didn't swear, but having her boy
caught having sex with the daughter of her best friend had set her off. It
was a "wake up call" for Marie to realize that the boy they had been
raising was a sexually active teenager.
"Don't use that language in front of your aunt or me!" David ordered. He
knew that Robbie was just repeating what Marie had said when she was upset,
but he didn't like hearing it.
"Sorry," Robbie said while hanging his head in shame.
"Shut up David!" Marie ordered. "Robbie has always been honest with us,
and I was the one to use that vulgar language to him! I bet he's heard a
lot worse hanging around a bunch of Navy men like you on the bases! Let's
not ruin our last few hours with him by bringing up the past. That's all
behind us and we need to plan for the future."
"Thanks Aunt Marie," Robbie said. "I know I've been a pain to both of you.
I really appreciate what you've done for me for the past nine years."
"We're both proud of you," Marie said to her nephew. "Just look at all of
your awards. We were the proudest people in the place when you showed how
talented you are."
Robbie was quiet during the long trip from Detroit to the Traverse City
area. He was anxious about starting the academy where he knew his uncle
had excelled. He wanted to do everything that Uncle Dave had done during
his time at the academy and in the Navy. His dream was to become a Navy
SEAL and use his martial arts training on exciting missions. He had tried
to get Uncle Dave to explain what missions he had been on, but he was
always told that the missions were "classified" and couldn't be revealed.
He remembered asking Aunt Marie about the many scars on Uncle Dave's body
and she told him the truth. She didn't know how his uncle got the scars or
what missions he had participated in during his active duty with the SEALs.
He sat in the back seat of the Cadillac STS and dozed off.
"Time to wake up, sleepyhead," Aunt Marie said. She noticed that the front
of Robbie's shorts were tented out and correctly guessed that he was having
an erotic dream.
Robbie woke up to see that their car was in front of a large iron gate. A
man dressed in a military uniform was approaching the driver's side of the
car.
"Good morning, Sir!" the handsome guard announced after saluting.
"We have Robert David Mathews here to begin his education," Uncle Dave
replied.
The guard looked at a list on a clipboard before saluting and ordering his
partner in the guard booth to open the gates.
Robbie was awestruck by the beauty of the Washington Academy grounds. The
pictures in the brochure didn't do justice to the manicured lawn and shrubs
that surrounded the long driveway. He had rolled down the window to get a
better view and so he could smell the fresh cut grass and fragrance of the
red roses lining the long drive. The aromas intensified the splendor of
the rolling hills and ivy covered buildings.
"It's beautiful!" Marie said. "I've never seen a college campus that's
this impressive!"
"The cadets do the yard work," David said. "The Washington Academy has
always taken pride in their grounds and buildings. It's been a long time
since I've been here, but it looks just the same as I remember. Just being
here brings back great memories for me!"
Robbie tried to look at all of the beautiful grounds and buildings during
the trip up the long winding drive to the main building. He saw several
young men dressed in white cadet uniforms opening doors for other people
delivering young men. All of the guys were impeccably dressed and very
formal in greeting the new arrivals.
"Welcome to the George Washington Academy! My name is Cadet First Class
David Benson," the handsome man announced while opening the door for Marie.
"This is Cadet Second Class Lamar Young and Cadet Third Class Leon Harris."
The other two cadets had opened the doors for David and Robbie. They both
stood at attention and waited for direction from the higher-ranking cadet.
"May I please have your name?" Cadet Benson asked Robbie.
Robbie was impressed and stuttered before replying with his full name.
Cadet Benson smiled and extended his hand for Robbie to shake before
saying, "Welcome Plebe! May I help you with your luggage?" "Plebe" was
the term used for high school freshmen arriving at the campus.
Robbie was embarrassed. He wanted to make a good first impression in front
of the cadets and had just blown that chance by stuttering when asked his
own name.
Uncle Dave laughed, and that pissed Robbie off for just a second. He
glared at his uncle and then joined in the laughter. He turned to the
trunk after Uncle Dave hit the trunk release but was surprised to see Cadet
Young beat him to the trunk to retrieve the one duffle bag of "civvies" or
civilian clothing that was allowed for each freshman. Measurements had
been taken by a tailor in Detroit and forwarded to the academy, so Robbie
knew that his uniforms were waiting for him at the academy, and he couldn't
wait to try them on.
"I'm sorry Sir and Madam, but you need to release Plebe Mathews to our care
now," Cadet Benson said. "We promise to take good care of him!"
Marie had tears running down her face when she hugged Robbie and kissed him
goodbye. She wanted to grab him and take him back home, but was pulled
from the embrace by her husband.
"This is just the start of a great adventure for you," David said while
hugging his nephew. He tried to hold back his own emotions before breaking
the hug and swatting Robbie on the butt.
Robbie yelped and realized that his dream of attending the Washington
Academy was officially beginning. He tried to hold back his tears while
saying goodbye to his aunt and uncle and followed the cadet who was
carrying his duffle bag into the massive stone building. He took the time
to turn and wave before they drove away. He had a feeling of emptiness and
anxiety over what he was heading into.
Marie broke down sobbing so bad that David pulled the Cadillac to the side
of the drive. He put the car in park and leaned over to console his wife.
Ever since they took Robbie into their home Marie had focused all of her
attention on the young boy. He tried to calm her down by reminding her
that this was what Robbie wanted, and that he had survived the academy
before beginning his military career. He was confident that Robbie would
do great at the academy, but he also knew that Marie would have a difficult
time adjusting to a home without a handsome teenager with raging hormones.
Marie finally calmed down but was very quiet during the trip back to
Detroit. She thought about the way Robbie grieved for his parents each
November. The first year after their deaths was terrible, with Robbie
refusing to talk or do any school work. He picked fights and was in
trouble for nearly a year before a Navy psychiatrist finally got through to
him. Robbie had been progressively better each year in November, but this
would be the first November that she wasn't going to be with him. David
had a strong bond with Robbie, especially when it came to sports or private
discussions about sex, but when Robbie was emotionally upset, he always
relied on her. She was confident that Robbie would successfully complete
the Summer Training and Hell Week, and decided to contact the academy in
October to alert them to Robbie's potential emotional problems.
Robbie followed Cadet Young into the huge building and up to a desk manned
by several impeccably dressed cadets. He looked around the spacious room
and saw several other cadets attending to other new arrivals. The terrazzo
floors sparkled with a high gloss shine and the aroma of fresh wax filled
his nostrils. Everything was spotless!
"This is Robert Mathews," Cadet Young announced to the young man at the
desk.
Andrew Anderson looked on a list and then looked at the guy standing in
front of his desk. He saw a young guy that could only be described as
"drop dead cute". He looked at the golden blonde hair and bright blue eyes
and felt his cock stir in his uniform. This plebe was the best looking guy
he'd ever seen and he hoped that he'd see EVERYTHING that Robert Mathews
had to offer.
"I'm Cadet Second Class Andrew Anderson, and I welcome you to the George
Washington Academy," Drew said professionally while standing and offering
his hand to the new guy. He was pleased by the firm handshake and saw the
smile on Robbie's face along with the two deep dimples. He was immediately
attracted to the handsome plebe. Being well aware that life at the academy
was devoid of female contact, he wondered if this new plebe was ready for a
life with very limited contact with girls.
Robbie looked at the handsome face of a guy who was about 6 feet 4 inches
tall and looked to weigh about 220 pounds. He was immediately impressed
with the face and muscular body, and figured that Andrew Anderson would
have his share of beautiful girls, just from his physical appearance.
Andrew had brown hair and hazel eyes that seemed to bore into Robbie's very
being. If all of the guys looked like what he'd seen so far, Robbie knew
that he would have trouble with his dick that was already starting to
inflate in his shorts. He silently wished that he had worn his baggy jeans
to conceal his pulsing dick. Robbie noticed that the other cadets called
Andrew Anderson, Drew.
"Please wait here until your guide arrives," Andrew told him. "Your guide
is Cadet Second Class Lawrence Cataline and I'll page him now."
Robbie watched Andrew return to his seat behind the desk and prayed that
his guide would be a similarly neat guy. He knew from reading the brochure
about the academy that each plebe would have a guide during orientation and
under most circumstances the guide would become his big brother. Big
brothers were supposed to help the plebe adjust to life at the academy and
answer questions without any criticism.
Robbie waited at the front desk and looked around at the huge room. The
walls were covered with pictures of men in uniforms and he quickly
recognized the "Hall of Heroes" from the brochure. He knew that every man
pictured in Washington Hall had been recognized for bravery in the United
States Army, Navy, Coast Guard, Air Force, or Marines. Many of the men had
died while serving their country and several had been given the ultimate
recognition for their bravery by being awarded the Medal of Honor, the
highest medal ever awarded to any serviceman. His attention was
interrupted when he heard Andrew announce the arrival of another cadet.
"This is Cadet Second Class Lawrence Cataline," Andrew said. "This is
Robert Mathews, the plebe you've been assigned to mentor during
orientation."
Robbie extended his hand for Lawrence to shake, but the cadet ignored him.
Immediately Robbie saw something he didn't like in Lawrence Cataline. The
guy had refused his hand and was sneering at him. He wondered if other
cadets would be such jerks who would treat him like a piece of shit too.
"Grab your bag and follow me!" Lawrence said emphatically. He turned
quickly and headed down the hall with Robbie trying to keep up.
Drew watched the way Larry Cataline greeted the new plebe and was pissed.
He and Larry had never been friends and he wished that the academy had
chosen a different cadet to mentor the handsome plebe. He hoped that Larry
would change his ways and be a nurturing mentor like Joe Thomas had been to
him. Larry's father was a General in the Army and had pulled a lot of
strings to keep Larry from being expelled in the past. The academy had a
rule that no cadet could reveal any family connection to an officer in the
United States military, but Larry had violated that rule when he got in
trouble. His father had convinced the Chancellor, Vincent Brown, that his
son would develop into an honorable cadet and Army Officer, and that the
infractions should be overlooked.
Robbie followed the cadet out of the Administration Building and across the
campus to another large building. Before entering the building, Robbie
noticed the name of the building above the front entrance. He correctly
guessed that he would be housed in the Jefferson Dormitory and followed the
cadet inside and up the stairs to the third floor.
"Stow your gear on that bunk!" Larry ordered when they got inside Dorm Room
2. "You can unpack later and then put your clothes in your locker."
Robbie followed the instructions and wondered again why this guy was being
such a prick to him. He thought that new plebes would be treated better.
"Let's get some things straight," Larry said to Robbie. "You will call me
'Sir' at all times and do whatever I order you to do. I'm a cadet and
you're worthless! You're a miserable puke and will serve me while you're
here at the academy. Follow me to the gym for some informal lessons in
what it means to be a lowly plebe!"
After Robbie tossed his duffle bag on the bunk, he followed Larry out of
the dorm and across the campus. He couldn't help continuing to wonder
about this guy being such an asshole, but didn't want to fuck up on his
first day at the academy.
Larry was smiling when he led the helpless plebe into the Ulysses S. Grant
Athletic Building. He figured he would dominate this new guy and make him
a helpless bitch. When he got inside the building, he led the plebe into
the padded room where the cadets practiced their martial arts. He was
going to kick the ass of the new plebe to establish his authority and
dominance.
"You're my bitch from now on!" Larry said to Robbie. "You'll shine my
shoes, polish my brass, iron my uniforms and do anything I order you to
do!"
Robbie had read the Honor Code and Conduct Manual for the academy and knew
that no plebe was expected to be a personal slave for an upperclassman. He
couldn't figure out why the academy would allow a complete asshole like
Larry to be a cadet and try to intimidate a new arrival. He looked at the
cadet and knew the guy was being a total jerk.
Guy Stephens, Athletic Director of the academy, was just leaving the locker
room after working out and taking a shower. He heard voices in the Martial
Arts Room and went to investigate. He looked into the room and was shocked
at what he heard and saw.
"If I take a shit and want you to lick my ass clean, you'll do it!" Larry
said to Robbie.
"Only in your dreams!" Robbie exclaimed. "I've read the Conduct Manual,
and you're out of line!"
"I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS AND THEN FUCK IT!" Larry screamed before attacking
Robbie.
Robbie knew that every cadet at the academy was trained in the martial
arts. Ever since he was seven years old and living on the base in the
Philippines, Uncle Dave had trained him in hand-to-hand combat. He had
eight years of being trained by a Master in the martial arts and wasn't
going to let Larry-the-jerk kick his ass.
Guy Stephens was shocked. He recognized Larry Cataline and correctly
guessed that the renegade cadet was going to attack whoever was in the
training room with him. Before he could get into the room, he witnessed an
attack and martial arts response that was overwhelming.
Robbie sidestepped the attack of Larry Cataline and quickly used his legs
to trip Larry and drop him to the mats on the floor. He jumped up and
kicked Larry in the stomach when he tried to stand up and attack. Larry
doubled over in pain and wasn't ready for the swift leg kicks that hit his
face and threw him against the padded wall. When Larry bounced off the
wall, Robbie launched his body forward with a vicious kick that hit Larry
in the face and dropped him to the mats on the floor.
"ENOUGH!!!" Guy Stephens screamed. "WHAT THE FUCK'S GOING ON HERE?"
Robbie was pumped! He certainly never expected to have to use his martial
arts training to protect himself on his first day at the Washington
Academy. He looked at the face of his adversary and saw that Larry was
bleeding from his nose and was staggering around the padded room. He just
knew his time at the academy was finished and he was devastated.
"I WANT ANSWERS!" Guy Stephens commanded. He looked at Robbie and wondered
who the young guy was who had just kicked the ass of a third year cadet.
Robbie stood at attention and said, "I'm Robert Mathews, a plebe, Sir."
"You!" Guy Stephens yelled at Larry Cataline. "You're a disgrace to this
academy! I heard what you said to this plebe, and I'm taking you in front
of the Tribunal for disciplinary actions!"
Larry staggered to his feet and held a handkerchief to his nose to absorb
the blood. He tried to convince the Athletic Director and football coach
that the plebe had insulted and attacked him.
"Can that bullshit!" Guy Stephens ordered. "I heard what you said to him
and saw you attack him! You head for the infirmary and don't say a word
about what happened here unless you want me telling the entire academy that
you got your ass kicked by a plebe! You're on report, mister! When you
finish up at the Infirmary, you're confined to your quarters! "
Larry staggered out of the training room with blood dripping down onto the
front of his white uniform. He had just been humiliated by a plebe in
front of Guy Stephens, and feared the repercussions from the Tribunal.
"Are you okay?" Stephens asked the handsome blonde boy. He wondered how a
plebe could handle such an attack from a cadet starting his third year at
the academy. He knew he had to handle this situation carefully because the
academy could be sued if the plebe filed formal charges with the local
police.
"I'm okay," Robbie said, trying to calm down.
"My name is Guy Stephens, and I'm the Athletic Director and football coach
here at the academy," Guy said. "I don't know what to say to you right
now, but the behavior you were subjected to IS NOT what this academy stands
for! I hope you aren't hurt."
"I'm Robert Mathews," Robbie said while extending his hand towards the
coach. "Mr. Cataline was supposed to be my guide for orientation, but we
don't seem to get along very well. Please don't kick me out because of
this!"
"Relax, son," Guy said. "I saw and heard everything. I know you didn't
start any trouble here. You just kicked the ass of a guy with over two
years of martial arts training! Where did you learn to fight like that?"
"I'd rather not answer that, Sir" Robbie said honestly.
Guy Stephens looked at the blue eyes of the handsome young guy and saw
something he recognized. He shook his head and tried to clear his mind The
face was familiar, but he couldn't remember ever meeting this handsome
plebe.
"When a cadet or plebe's asked a direct question by a member of the
administration, we expect an honest answer," Guy said. "Your face is
familiar to me and I want to know why! This is between the two of us. I
want to know who you are and who trained you."
"I told you that my name is Robert Mathews," Robbie replied. He knew that
according to academy rules he wasn't supposed to identify any member of his
family who was in the military, and cadets never ratted on their fellow
cadets.
"Mathews!" Guy repeated. "Holy Fuck! Robert Mathews! You're David
Mathews' nephew! You're Robbie!"
Robbie was shocked that this man recognized his name and connection to
Uncle Dave. He was terrified that Guy would now call his uncle to come and
take him away from the academy.
Guy reached out and hugged Robbie. He lifted the small teen off his feet
and spun him around the training room before putting the plebe down to
stare at his face.
"David Mathews trained me at SEAL camp!" Guy exclaimed. "The last time I
saw you was when you were about 10 years old! I can't believe that you're
here at the academy! How's David? How's Marie? I lost contact with them
about three years ago. I knew they had a nephew, but I never dreamed that
you'd be here! This is fantastic!"
At first Robbie stiffened when the man hugged him, but after hearing that
Mr. Stephens knew his uncle, he returned the hug. His fears of being
kicked out of the academy on his first day were still occupying his mind
though.
"Let me look at you!" Guy said. He looked at the handsome young teen
wearing a T-shirt and shorts and could see that Robbie had a beautifully
developed body. He knew that David Mathews would never have a son or
nephew with a scrawny or obese body, and this boy was in perfect condition.
"I guess you don't remember me, but I met you at the base in the
Philippines. David told me that the local boys were beating you up and he
had taught you to defend yourself. From what I just witnessed, you can
definitely take care of yourself now. Please don't judge the entire
academy by the actions of one jerk."
"All I can remember from living on the base in the Philippines is going
home nude after getting my ass kicked and robbed by the locals," Robbie
admitted. "I'm not supposed to say anything about any member of my family
being in the military, but Uncle Dave retired from active duty a few months
ago. He trained me and taught me the responsibilities of being able to
cripple or kill an attacker. I sure didn't expect to have to defend myself
today, and I sure hope you won't kick me out. I wanna follow in Uncle
Dave's footsteps and be a SEAL. Please don't make me leave over this!"
"Robbie, you're not going to be kicked out because of what happened," Guy
replied. "The opposite is true and will likely happen! Larry Cataline
should be expelled for what he just said and did to you! Even with my SEAL
training, I wouldn't want to get into a match with you! You're a young
guy, but you have amazing speed and grace when you fight! I'll handle
Larry with the Tribunal, but again, please don't judge the whole academy by
this one nasty incident! This is a place of honor, and not a place where
actions like Larry's will be permitted."
"Uncle Dave will be mad at me," Robbie said, trying to hold back his tears.
"I promised to behave, and I've broken that promise."
"David would never want you to be a pussy and let some jerk kick your ass!"
Guy replied. "I've seen your uncle in action, and he's a lethal weapon! I
can't wait to talk to him and tell him what happened here today!"
"Please don't call him!" Robbie pleaded. "Uncle Dave and Aunt Marie just
left here and they'll be pissed to find out I got in trouble already. I
let them down already!"
Guy Stephens listened to the concerns of this new plebe. He remembered the
times after SEAL training when he was forced to use the skills he learned
from David Mathews. His career in the SEALs had ended when he was wounded
during a mission in the Soviet Union. He had recovered from his gunshot
wounds but was unable to continue in the SEALs without endangering the
members of his team. He had stayed in the Navy until reaching the rank of
Commander and then retired. Since then he had been a high school teacher
and football coach before being offered the job at the Washington Academy,
where he hoped to help develop the athletic abilities of the cadets.
"I'm obligated to tell you that you can file charges against Larry Cataline
with the local police for assault and battery," Guy said to Robbie. "I
witnessed a criminal attack and maybe you want a lawyer or your uncle to
talk to."
Robbie broke down. He had tried to hold back his tears, but his emotions
overflowed.
"I don't want a lawyer and I sure don't want Uncle Dave to know what just
happened," Robbie sobbed. "I've just fucked up any chance of staying
here!"
"You didn't do anything wrong I tell you," Guy said softly trying to soothe
the boy. "You defended yourself and Larry Cataline is the one who's in
trouble. Please just relax and let me handle this."
Robbie let Guy hug him and tried to calm down. He was embarrassed that he
had broken down and cried in front of a staff member at the academy. He
was sure that Mr. Stephens thought he was a baby for his reaction.
"I've been here for two years, and I've never heard of a cadet attacking a
plebe like this," Guy told Robbie. "You have every right to be upset. I'm
so pissed myself right now that I want to kick Cadet Cataline's ass! You
have martial arts skills that even the First Class Cadets won't learn!
Please! Be calm and we can talk about your options."
Robbie accepted the handkerchief from Guy Stephens, wiped the tears from
his eyes and blew his nose. He didn't want to return the soiled
handkerchief and wished that he hadn't blown his nose in it.
"You can keep that handkerchief," Guy said. "I think Cataline will need
more than a hanky to take care of his face after the way you kicked his
ass! This is a hell of a way for a plebe to start out here, but I'm gonna
take good care of you, just like your uncle did for me!"
The soothing voice of the Athletic Director had finally had its desired
effect. Robbie finally calmed down and apologized for crying. In spite of
what had been said, he was sure that Mr. Stephens thought he was a baby and
wished that he'd never come to the academy.
"Let's head back to your dorm and get you settled in," Guy said. "Please
don't say anything about what happened here. I'll handle Cadet Cataline!"
He was determined to help this special plebe realize that the academy was a
place of honor. When they got back to the Jefferson Dorm, Guy helped
Robbie unpack his duffle bag and get settled while other cadets were
bringing new plebes into the dormitory. Several cadets saw their football
coach attending to a new plebe and wondered why the plebe deserved special
attention. They would find out the next day.
Robbie was still upset, but trying to calm down more after the altercation
with Lawrence Cataline. He introduced himself to the other new plebes and
was pleased that their guides were all friendly and helpful. He was
surprised when a tall, dark-skinned guy dumped his duffle bag on the bed
next to his and introduced himself. Robbie shook the hand of the tall guy
with straight black hair and dark eyes and quickly realized that the new
arrival was a Native American.
"My name's Tracker Whitestone," the tall youth said while shaking hands
with Robbie. "This is my guide, Keith Philips."
"Wow!" Robbie exclaimed. "Tracker's a cool name! My name's Robert
Mathews, but my friends call me Robbie." He shook hands with both guys and
was pleased at how they greeted him. He was finally beginning to relax
after the altercation and hoped that no one would find out what happened.
Tracker smiled and hoped that he and the blonde boy would be friends. He
was afraid that his heritage might meet with some racism, but he thought
maybe he would have at least one friend in this handsome blonde guy. He
was the first one in his family to go to the Washington Academy, and he was
determined to graduate with honors.
Guy Stephens was pleased by the way the young men were greeting each other.
He had to return to his office to write up a report about the incident in
the training room, so he asked, "Cadet Philips, can you be the guide for
both Mr. Whitestone and Mr. Mathews?
"YES SIR!" Keith Philips replied.
Guy realized that his request was very unusual and decided to add, "Cadet
Cataline is no longer available to guide Mr. Mathews."
Keith didn't like Larry Cataline, and correctly guessed that the renegade
cadet had broken some rule. He waited for Mr. Stephens to leave before
asking Robbie, "What happened to Cadet Cataline?"
Robbie didn't want to lie to his new friends, but he had given his word to
Mr. Stephens to keep quiet about the altercation in the training room.
"Cadet Cataline and I don't seem to like each other," Robbie replied
honestly.
"What did that shithead do now?" Keith Philips asked. "It's just us guys
talking right now. Larry Cataline has always been a jerk! I hope you
don't judge the cadets or the academy by the way he acts. What happened?"
"Sir, I gave my word to Mr. Stephens that I wouldn't say anything," Robbie
explained, showing his respect for an upperclassman. "Please don't ask me
to break my promise."
Keith knew that the promise of a cadet was never given carelessly. He also
knew that all plebes were expected to read the "Honor Code" before coming
to the academy, and it was obvious that Plebe Mathews had done so and was
following the code.
"Let's take a tour of the academy before supper" Keith said. He still
wondered what Larry Cataline had done and hoped the jerk would finally be
expelled. He led the two plebes back to the reception hall and asked them
to wait while he took care of some business.
Robbie and Tracker walked around the Hall of Honor and read the information
about each hero pictured. They were both excited about their first day at
the academy and shared their anxieties during their brief tour.
"Cataline just fucked up again," Keith whispered to Drew Anderson. "I
don't know what he did, but Mr. Stephens seemed really pissed and he asked
me to be the guide for Plebe Mathews."
"You can't be the guide and big brother for two plebes," Drew whispered
back. Other plebes were arriving and he diverted them to other cadets at
the table while he whispered with Keith.
"Just put me down as his guide," Keith said quietly. "Things will get
sorted out when we find out what Larry did. I'll take both guys for the
rest of the tour while you get back to work."
Drew nodded and used the computer terminal to update the file for Robert
David Mathews. Drew was a member of the Tribunal, so he was hoping that
Larry would be brought up on formal charges. Most of the cadets were
honorable young men, but Larry was an exception. Charges had been brought
against Larry in the past, but they only resulted in detention and loss of
privileges. With the graduation of the senior class, Drew was a new
addition to the Tribunal, and he was determined to enforce the Honor Code.
Robbie and Tracker took the maps offered by Keith Philips and followed the
cadet around the campus. They were both impressed by the beauty of the
grounds and the buildings where they would attend classes. The buildings
were old but were in excellent condition. Each classroom was spotless and
contained "state of the art" equipment. They were overwhelmed by the sheer
size of the campus and knew that they would get lost trying to find their
classes.
"My job as your guide is to show you around for the first week," Keith
offered. "I'll make sure you don't get lost during Orientation Week, but
after that you guys will be on your own. You'll have other plebes to help
you find your classes, but don't be late! Any cadet that arrives late for
a class or meal gets detention."
"What does detention mean?" Tracker asked.
"Let's sit here and talk," Keith said, leading the two young guys to a
large fountain in front of the Jefferson Dorm. "Detention varies according
to the offense" Keith began. "Being late for class usually results in
standing at the front of the room for the duration of the class if you
don't have a late pass. Classes usually last 2 hours, and standing up at
attention that long really hurts your legs. Showing disrespect to an
upperclassman can result in getting your ass whacked with a paddle or being
added to the D. T. Squad. D. T. stands for 'detention' and the squad is
assigned undesirable chores like cleaning the 'heads' (toilets),
K. P. (kitchen patrol) where you wash pots and pans, or doing hard work
around the campus. We're a band of brothers here at the academy and we
always stick together and try to keep each other out of trouble. Breaking
the rules can result in being confined to your quarters or writing reports
on your improper actions that you have to read in front of your plebe
buddies during a class. If a cadet does something serious, he can be
brought in front of the Tribunal. The Tribunal is a group of five second
and first class cadets who were elected to serve like judges. It's a
formal hearing where the charges are read, testimony is taken, and a
verdict's issued. The Tribunal can recommend punishment ranging from
detention to expulsion from the academy. The administration has the final
say, but they usually honor the verdict of the Tribunal. I hope that
neither of you ever have to be brought in front of the Tribunal. Your big
brother will be disgraced if you screw up, and he'll help you learn the
rules so you stay out of trouble."
Robbie was upset. He wondered if he would be taken before the Tribunal for
the altercation with Larry Cataline in the training room. Mr. Stephens had
told him that he wasn't in trouble, but he was still concerned.
"I read in the handbook that cadets don't 'rat' on their fellow cadets,"
Robbie began. "If a cadet's called in front of the Tribunal, is he
expected to tell the truth or lie to protect another cadet?"
"Good question!" Keith said with a smile. "When you're testifying in front
of the Tribunal you have to tell the truth. If a cadet's broken the Honor
Code, he's dead meat! Breaking the Code is a very serious offense. Any
cadet asked to testify has to honor the Code and only speak the truth to
the Tribunal. It isn't considered 'ratting' when you're bound by the Code
to respond honestly to questions from any of the Tribunal members."
"What happens if a cadet's a racist?" Tracker asked. He had noticed that
most of the cadets were white, and he was concerned that he would be
discriminated against.
"We have guys of all races and religions here," Keith answered honestly.
"We embrace diversity in all areas, including life styles. This is a tough
academy to get into. Every plebe is screened for leadership, academics and
athletics. You've already passed the first test by being offered a
scholarship to attend the academy instead of going to a regular high
school. Any cadet who makes racial slurs or criticizes the life style of
another cadet can be expelled. We won't tolerate racism in any form
whatsoever!"
"What do you mean by lifestyles?" Robbie asked.
"Some cadets are atheists," Keith replied. "We have guys here who are gay,
bi-sexual or straight in their sexual preferences. No cadet can be forced
to do anything against his personal or moral beliefs. We have places on
campus for guys to practice their own religion and support groups for
alternate life styles. Each of the five dormitories has a message center
where notices are posted for each support group. The Honor Code is very
clear that attending any support group or religious service cannot be used
to criticize any cadet. The fastest way to expulsion is violating any
portion of the Honor Code. I'm bi-sexual. Normally we don't offer that
information to plebes or other cadets. I'm just being honest with you guys
in sharing that information."
Robbie was shocked. Keith was a handsome guy with dark red hair and
beautiful green eyes and could get any girl he wanted. Learning that Keith
was bi-sexual was a pleasant surprise. His mind wandered back to the times
that he and Donnie had explored their sexuality. He remembered when he and
Donnie had lost their virginities to the two girls, Carrie and Shannon when
they were 12. It was a few days later when he and Donnie jerked each other
off for the first time. Their adolescent curiosity continued with frequent
jerk-off sessions and then to sucking each other to orgasm. The thoughts
caused his dick to twitch and he shook his head to clear his mind. He sure
didn't want to pop wood in front of his two new friends, but his dick had a
mind of its own!
Keith noticed that Robbie was deep in thought. He smiled when he saw
Robbie try to discretely rearrange the bulge in the front of his thin blue
shorts. He wondered if the cute blonde would be receptive to gay advances
and silently wished that he could remain as Robbie's big brother. Many of
the big brother/little brother relationships had developed into intimacy
that led to gay sex. He looked at Robbie's face and took note that the
young guy had very blonde eyebrows. He wondered if Robbie's pubic hair was
the same golden color. That thought made his dick stir in his slacks as
well, and he diverted the attention of the two boys by pointing to a
shuttle bus, while he adjusted his semi-erect dick to a less revealing
position.
"All the shuttle buses circle the campus in 10 minute intervals," Keith
said. "Cadets are expected to walk between classes unless their next class
is across the campus. One of the privileges that can be taken away is your
bus pass. When you see a cadet running across campus, you can be sure that
he did something to get his bus pass pulled."
Robbie had turned to look at the shuttle bus, but had noticed out of the
corner of his eye that Keith was adjusting his package. From the sizeable
bulge, he correctly guessed that Keith had a whopper concealed in the
expertly pressed slacks.
"I'm sure that you've read the handbook, but I'll still remind you of the
different ranks of the cadets," Keith said. "Each new freshman is called a
plebe. 300 guys are starting orientation with you, but the summer physical
training and testing always results in guys calling it quits to return to
civilian life. Summer training's very intense, and you'll be pushed to the
limit to prove that you're worthy of becoming a cadet. You'll be denied
sleep and taken through many obstacle courses to test your mind and body.
No one has ever died during Summer Training, but many guys will give up by
ringing the bell. 'Ringing Out' ends your career at the academy. The
plebe will be immediately escorted to his dorm, his clothes will be packed,
and he'll be taken off the grounds of the academy. It's not uncommon for
50 or more plebes to 'ring out' before Summer Training and Hell Week's
over. I hope that both of you make it through the summer and become a
Cadet Fourth Class. Freshmen are fourth class and called plebes,
sophomores are third class, juniors are second class, and seniors are first
class. It's rare, but a cadet can be 'busted' down a full rank by
disciplinary action. He has to earn the right to be promoted back to his
original rank within two months or he's expelled."
"Have you ever been busted or in detention?" Tracker asked.
Keith smiled and replied honestly, "Yes, I've been in detention. No one's
perfect and detention is common. I know every 'head' on campus from having
to clean them! My big brother graduated last month, and he said he'd never
seen a cadet get in so many scrapes!"
"What did you do?" Robbie asked.
"We all like to pull practical jokes, but I always seemed to get caught,"
Keith admitted. "Most of my pranks were aimed at other cadets, but a
couple times the pranks ended up embarrassing a staff member. I won't tell
you exactly what I did, but you'll learn how guys can have fun without
breaking the Honor Code."
Robbie knew of some great pranks that Navy guys pulled on their buddies.
Life on military bases was a mixture of strict rules and guys just having
fun. He would wait before he pulled any of the pranks that he had learned.
"It's chow time!" Keith said when he heard the announcement on the speakers
that broadcasted across the entire academy. "You're expected to eat at
your dorm for all meals unless an upperclassman invites you to chow at his
dorm. Normally the plebes sit at the back of the chow hall and get served
last, but today you get special treatment. Don't get used to it! On
Monday, you'll be relegated to the lowest status on campus and will sit in
the back and hit the chow line after all upperclassmen are served. We'll
teach you table manners before Monday, and expect you to display proper
manners or get your first taste of discipline!"
Robbie and Tracker followed Keith into Jefferson Hall and up to the chow
line. They were both impressed with the food that was offered to them by
the cadets in the serving lines. They filled their trays and followed
Keith to a table nearly filled with other plebes and their guides. Robbie
was quiet during the meal and listened to the banter between the other
plebes and upperclassmen. The food was fantastic and he was full when
Keith led him and Tracker to the front of the dining hall where they placed
their trays on a conveyor belt.
"If you have a meal with your big brother or another upperclassman, you're
expected to take his tray up here before delivering your own. If you
forget, you'll probably end up in the kitchen washing dishes or get your
ass whacked" Keith said. "Let's head back to your dorm and see if your
uniforms are ready."
Robbie saw the other plebes heading for their dorms with their guides. He
felt guilty for interfering with the relationship between Tracker and Keith
and wondered if Lawrence Cataline would be his guide and big brother after
all.
"Mathews and Whitestone" Keith said to the cadet manning the uniform crib.
He handed Tracker a collection of uniforms in a plastic bag and then gave
Robbie his package; all had been freshly laundered.
Robbie and Tracker both wanted to examine their uniforms and try them on,
but Keith told them to wait until they got to their dorm. Both guys were
excited and tried to look at the uniforms during the trip up to the third
floor.
"Hang your uniforms in your locker" Keith instructed. "Each plebe gets two
sets of T-shirts and shorts, two sets of sweats, two sets of casual gray
uniforms, two dress blue uniforms, and two dress white uniforms. You
should have packages of socks, boxers, and undershirts included in your
kit. Most guys here wear boxers, but you can get tighty-whities if you
want them. You should also find a stencil with your initials and last name
for marking everything but your dress uniforms. We use a permanent marker
to mark the tags on your dress uniforms. I need you to try on the dress
uniforms to make sure they fit properly. There shouldn't be any problem
with the 'grubs'. That's what we call the clothing we wear during
P. T. (Physical Training) or work details."
This was the moment Keith was waiting for. He was going to see the nearly
nude bodies of the two handsome plebes when they tried on their dress
uniforms. He continued talking while Robbie and Tracker started
undressing.
"Your uniforms are clean but not pressed," Keith said. "It's your
responsibility to keep your clothing and uniforms clean, pressed, and all
of your brass polished. After we make sure your uniforms fit, I'll take
you down to the commissary to get your tennis shoes, dress shoes, and work
boots. Your footwear has to be kept clean and dress shoes have to be
polished to a mirror shine. Work boots have to be clean but not shined."
Robbie saw other plebes undressing and stripped down to his boxers. He
didn't like wearing briefs and was pleased that he would be able to wear
boxers at the academy. He saw that the other plebes kept their boxers or
briefs on to try on the uniforms and did the same.
Keith was pleased at the bulges he saw in the front of the boxers worn by
Tracker and Robbie. He really wanted to see both young guys nude, but
figured that he would see them nude in the future. He noticed that Tracker
had no body hair, even in his armpits and guessed correctly that Native
Americans had little or no body hair. When Robbie was removing his blue
shorts, socks and tennis shoes, Keith could see a beautifully sculptured
body with small patches of blonde hair in his armpits and a thin blonde
treasure trail extending from his navel down inside the boxers. Robbie was
obviously in great shape, and that would help him during the Summer
Training.
Tracker was excited about trying on his new uniforms. He hoped that no one
would tease him about not having any hair on his body except for his head
and above his cock. He had never shaved in his entire life and felt
self-conscious.
Keith was pleased that the dress uniforms fit perfectly, and told both guys
to put on the sweat outfits and white socks. He also told them to carry a
pair of the black socks for proper fit of their dress shoes before leaving
the dorm area.
During the time the plebes were trying on their uniforms and being fitted
with their footwear, Guy Stephens was in his office writing a report. He
was upset about what he had witnessed in the Training Room and was
determined that Cadet Cataline would face formal charges in front of the
Tribunal. He had telephoned Chancellor Brown and received approval for
preparing formal charges against Larry Cataline. Any staff member could
prepare formal charges, but considering the influence of General Cataline,
Guy wanted to prepare his boss. He also had a surprise for Derrick Harmon,
the Assistant Athletic Director.
Robbie and Tracker carried their new shoes and boots back to their dorm
where plebes were being instructed on how to properly make their "rack" or
bed and how to fold and store their clothing in their locker. Robbie had
always kept his clothes folded in the Navy fashion, and expertly stowed his
gear in his locker. Other plebes needed a lot of instruction, and Robbie
patiently waited for Tracker to learn from Keith.
"It's 2100 hours," Keith said to Robbie and Tracker. "You guys have one
hour of free time before 'lights out'. Enjoy the free time and the last
night of quality sleep before chow in the morning. Reveille is at 0600 and
you're expected to do the 3 S's by 0630 and be downstairs in line for chow.
In case you don't know what the 3 S's are, they're 'shit, shower and
shave'. We might cut you some slack the first couple of days, but don't be
late for chow or you'll go hungry!"
"I don't shave," Tracker admitted.
"You do now!" Keith replied. "Even if you guys only scrape off some peach
fuzz, you're gonna shave every morning! Any plebe not clean-shaven like
the ass on a newborn baby will end up losing every hair on his body!
Upperclassmen will love the chance to shave your entire body, especially
your pubes! If you don't want to be a cue ball and maybe attend classes
nude, you'll be clean and dressed properly. That includes brushing your
teeth and combing your hair. After tomorrow morning, you won't have to
worry about combing your hair for the rest of the summer!"
Both Tracker and Robbie knew that their heads would be shaved during
orientation. Tracker didn't want to lose his long black hair that hung
below his shoulders. He was a full-blooded Cherokee, and long hair was
considered a source of strength. Robbie didn't want to lose his golden
blonde hair either, and he had only shaved a few times in his entire life.
They both groaned, and that made Keith laugh.
"Chill out guys!" Keith said. "Every plebe has lost his hair during
orientation. You'll survive and when you finish Hell Week, you can start
growing you hair back, but it will never be allowed to look like it does
now! I'll see you for chow in the morning," Keith said before leaving his
two plebes. He had a meeting to attend for all of the cadets with plebes
in their care. The meeting would be held in the Amphitheatre, and he
didn't want to be late.
Drew Anderson saw Keith leaving the third floor dorm and ran up to walk
with his buddy.
"Did you hear anything about Cataline?" Drew asked Keith. "I asked around,
but no one seems to know anything. He left the reception hall with
Mathews, so I bet that little dude knows something."
"Mathews won't talk about it," Keith said quietly while they walked
together towards Washington Hall. "I asked him, and he said that
Mr. Stephens told him to keep quiet. He made a promise to Mr. Stephens and
was polite in saying he couldn't break his promise. I think he's gonna be
a great plebe! I did find out that Cataline is confined to quarters. His
roomies don't know anything, but I heard he has two black eyes and a bunch
of bruises. Something big is going down!"
Keith and Drew had just found seats in the Amphitheatre when Chancellor
Brown walked out on the stage and up to the podium. All of the cadets
stood at attention when they saw the highest-ranking member of the
administration walk in along with the rest of the school administrators.
"At ease gentlemen!" Vincent Brown announced into the microphone. He
looked around at the sea of bright faces and marveled at the handsome men
in their dress white uniforms. He waited for the cadets to be seated
before he continued. "I trust that you gentlemen are helping our new
plebes get settled into our brotherhood, and I have a few announcements.
You all know the plans for the first day of formal orientation tomorrow.
We only get one chance to make a good first impression, and it's my sad
duty to inform you that the Tribunal will be needed in my conference room
at 1400 hours tomorrow. I won't go into any details, even though I know
all of you'd like that. I'll just say that a report has been presented to
me with charges of violation of our Honor Code. We'll all be wearing grubs
tomorrow morning for P. T. but dress whites are required for the Tribunal
members. Let's get down to business."
Chancellor Brown turned the microphone over to his staff members who each
described a portion of the orientation plans for Saturday. The cadets
listened, but they were all wondering who was being charged in front of the
Tribunal. They knew they weren't allowed to turn and look around the
audience to see which cadet was missing. The missing cadet would be the
one being charged. Keith and Drew were pretty sure that it was Lawrence
Cataline, and they both hoped that the jerk would be expelled.
Robbie and Tracker introduced themselves to the other guys in their 20-man
dorm room and then headed down the hall to look at the study hall, toilets,
shower rooms, and break center. They loved seeing the new Dell computers
and shelves of reference books in the study hall. They had been to the
Robert E. Lee Library during the tour of the campus and knew that they
could study there if they needed additional reference books. Time passed
quickly until they heard the bell announcing 15 minutes until "lights out".
They quickly returned to their dorm room and grabbed their kits to brush
their teeth and drain their bladders before bed.
Most of the 300 plebes spent a restless night in their beds. They were all
excited about their first full day at the academy and most of them were
awake when reveille sounded.
"Drop your cocks and grab your socks!" Cadet Leon Harris announced to a
room filled with sleepy plebes. Normally the plebes would be required to
jump out of their rack and stand at attention at the foot of their bed, but
they would learn that requirement during the day.
Leon smiled but tried to maintain a professional demeanor when he saw most
of the young guys get out of bed with morning erections. There was no room
for modesty at the academy, but many of the guys tried to hide their
morning wood before realizing that most of their dorm buddies had the same
problem.
"Make sure your plebe buddies are ready for inspection or all of you will
go without morning chow!" Leon ordered.
Several other cadets had walked into the dorm to make sure the plebes were
up. Drew Anderson was one of the cadets checking out the large bulge in
the front of Robert Mathews' boxers. He was pleasantly surprised to see a
long thick bulge in the front of Robbie's boxers and wished that the young
plebe were nude. He watched Robbie grab his kit and stared at the cute
bubble butt when the dude walked across the hall to the toilet area. The
firm ass made his mouth water!
Many of the cadets were "window shopping", checking out the morning wood
and bodies of the new plebes. Drew watched all of the young guys but spent
most of his time watching Robert Mathews. "This cute blonde is awesome!"
Drew thought again. "I wonder if he has blonde pubes?"
He was going to leave the toilet area in the hope that none of the plebes
would notice the boner pushing out the front of his sweats, but the sight
of Robert Mathews slipping off his boxers to head into the shower room
caught his attention. He tried to stifle a gasp when he saw a beautiful
circumcised cock about 5 inches long swinging under a patch of golden
blonde pubic hair. He quickly scoped out the young body and saw nothing
but muscles! Not only was Plebe Mathews "drop dead cute" but also he was
packing a whopper of a dick and balls! Drew quickly stored the images of
Plebe Mathews' physical beauty in his mind and wondered if he had time to
head for his own room to whack off a batch of baby pudding.
To be continued.....
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